1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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